You Belong With Me

Chapter 31

We’ve been following the boys around on tour over the next week, and me and Kendall have gotten progressively closer again.

“You know I never meant to ignore you when they were here, right?” 

“I know, I know. I would have done the same.” That’s one thing I love about her, she doesn’t hold grudges, and she doesn’t over think situations.

“Kendall, what am I going to do when I have to go back home?” With only one week left of tour, it’s all that’s been on my mind lately. My mom doesn’t know when we’re leaving or when she’ll need to come back or when the boys are coming to the US, so I’ve been worrying that I’ll be leaving unexpectedly, and a lot sooner than I want to.

“You’ll be fine. The boys have a tour in the US anyways, and I’m pretty sure that your mom will be back on board with them.”

“But that’s a long time between the ending of this tour.”

“Sarah, you’ll be fine. He’ll be traveling all the time anyways, he won’t leave you. He’s in love with you, everyone notices it. I moan in annoyance and frustration, hearing the same thing everyone’s been telling me over the past week; my mom, Harry, Liam..

“Can I talk to you really quick?” Louis appears around the door frame, a slight layer of sweat glistening over his forehead. I look at my phone and realize it is time for the concert to be over; it came faster than I had expected.

“Um, yeah, sure.” I stand up and he takes my hand, leading me down the hallway outside. I pass the other boys and they all either pat my arm or raise their eyebrows, but Harry looks confused. The other boys have never been involved in me and Louis’s relationship, but Harry practically knows everything, and he doesn’t seem to know what’s going on now. But then again, neither do I.

He opens the door outside, and you can hear girls screaming around the corner, but they can’t see us. I stand against the wall and he stands in front of me, a serious, concerned look on his face.

“Why are you still so upset about this?”

“So you heard me and Kendall talking..” He nods his head, no look of guilt from eavesdropping crossing his face.

“You know I told you to stop worrying.”

“Well, what am I supposed to do? I’ve never been in this situation before, I’ve never even cared this much for anyone. And here I am thousands of miles from my home where I’m going to have to go back to in just a few days and I’m terrified of how long I’m going to have to wait until I get to see you. I don’t even know if my mom will be with her job when you guys tour with Big Time Rush, why not just let one of their photographers do it? And who says she’ll let me come with you guys in the first place? If it’s in the US, then maybe she’ll just want me to stay at home or with my dad. I don’t know. I don’t even know when I’m going home yet. I could think I’m leaving in two weeks one night and I end up leaving the next day.”

“Is it that you don’t trust me?” He’s good at listening, but he’s good at getting his point across.

“Louis, I trust you more than anything in the world. Of course it’ll be awful watching all those girls fall over you while I’m not here, but I’ve dealt with it now, I should be fine dealing with it later. I don’t think you’ll go hitting on girls around every corner, no. I just want to be with you.” I’m getting extremely upset over the situation and I can feel my breathing turn uneven and my voice turn frantic. He pulls me into his arms and I lean my face into his chest. His white shirt smells of his cologne, something I never understood why he would put on before a concert. No one can smell him. He rests his chin on the top of my head, and I don’t move. I savor the feeling of his arms, his chest, the feeling of him. He loosens his arms and places his hands on mine, leaning down to look me in the eyes. 

“No distance will change how much I love you, or how much I think about you. I will talk to you every day, and every second that you need me I will be there. None of this,” he points in the direction of the screaming girls, “will change anything. I will be back as soon as I possibly can, and I will do everything in my power to confirm that your mother will be on our team again. Because, Sarah, I love you.” I look back and forth between his eyes, and they’ve never been more genuine. 

I lean forward and peck his lips before letting him take over, his sensitive side showing through. He pulls back and rests his forehead on mine. “Okay?”

I nod for his satisfaction, knowing the thought of leaving him wouldn’t be leaving or becoming easier any time soon, but for now the ache of it was gone.